Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I do own Rikku.
Summary: this was for my English class and well I wanted to put this as a story. Hope u like it.
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A 16 year old boy named Sasuke sat in his class room half asleep. He wear a dark blue t-shirt with the word 'Avenger' written in big black letters. Sasuke also had his favorite black cargo shorts on and black skater shoes on. He was slumped in he's chair which look like from the side he was going to fall or slip under his desk at any moment. To stop himself he crossed his arms. His teacher was so boring that he can make to whole school fall asleep. Just before Sasuke fell asleep the classroom door opened to reveal a girl.
Susuke's POV
A 16 year old girl walked into our class. She called herself Rikku. She had short blood red hair with black streaks. She seemed to be as thin as a desk's leg. Rikku seemed frail. The clothing she was warring could be disrobed as dark. Her shirt was black and had a red rose her chest. She also had on long knee length skirt that was the same color as her hair. Rikku had on knee high boots with buckles running up her leg. The expression on her face was plain and emotionless like she just seen a murder or had a horrorific experience. My teacher told her to take the seat the seat that was open in front of me on the other side of the room. Rikku's walk was more like a glide. It was vary smooth as if she had wings of an angel. She said hello to me before she sat down. Her voice was as soft as the purr of kitten. She sat down with her legs crossed under her desk. This made her seem smaller the she really was. Rikku's skin was as white as a ghost. On her back there was a black tattoo no bigger then a pen cap. I have seen that kenji before on a friend of mine's forehead. It meant 'love.'
Rikku turned around to ask me for a pen. Her make up was on think. There was dark, almost black, purple eye shadow. Her eye liner was caked on just like my friend. She had sapphire blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun light. I gave her the pen and she took it. Her hand was thin a frail. To me if you shook it, it would break with ease. With another gentle turn to face the teacher. Her turn was as noiseless as a ninja sneaking around.
Before I knew it the bell rang to tell use to go to the next class. Rikku got up and with her angel wings glided out of the class room. I just stood there watching her disappear from site into the crowd of people.
